WANTED: HIM

I like the way the hair on your groin tastes when I am drunk.
I like the way you put just enough pressure on my esophagus so I can still breathe, barely.
I like it when you stare at me and I can see the crotch of your pants move.
I like seeing a reflection of myself in your pupils.
I like the smell on the bed sheets after we have been intimate.
I like when you grunt and I can hear a syrupy liquidy smooshing sound.
I like it when you can no longer resist temptation.
I like it when we smoke before and during and then after because it makes the act feel ethereal.
I like when I can’t have you because you are busy.
I like scratching you and slapping you and holding you prisoner.
And I truly like missing you baby, more than everything else.